I was beyond remorse.
- Hey, I wasn't happy, either.
- and I was almost adopted by this crazy little girl
who kept calling me Tiffany.
- but, hey, I showed up just in time and saved the day.
- so this crazy girl left empty-handed.
- she didn't even want Duchess.
- Man, she looks really mad.
- Hey, that's my brother Terrence.
And he's talking to-- Duchess!
That must have been when they teamed up
to keep me from getting to Foster's the next day.
- and so you abandoned me again.
Thanks.
- No, I--ah, just watch.
[ Streetcar bell dings ]
[ Whimsical theme music ]
- Let me go, Terrence.
- I need to go.
- Where, to that freaky weirdo house
with all those freaky weirdos?
Oh, yeah. I know all about it.
Imaginary friends up for adoption.
In fact, there's one there
that I got my eye on,
a cute, friendly, funny--
- Bloo! - How'd you know?
- Why are you doing this?
- Because.
- What do you care if I still
have an imaginary friend?
- Because. - Well, your plan won't work
because they only adopt to nice kids, not jerks.
- Golly shucks, Mac.
You think I'm a jerk?
I just want to adopt a friend
that I can hug and squeeze
till he goes from blue
to black and blue.
Ha ha ha!
[ Pounding on door ]
[ Clocks ticking ]
[ Knock on door ]
[ Snap ]
- [ Roar ]
[ Door opens ]
♪♪
[ Door closes ]
[ Suspenseful music ]
♪♪
[ Inaudible ]
♪♪
[ Locks click ]
- Who's a vicious monster?
Who's a good extremosaur?
That's right.
Who did a good job?
Who's a good boy?
That's right.
Now come out. Come on.
Mommy has one more job for you.
Yes, she does.
Ha ha! Bwah ha ha!
Bwah ha ha!
- Bloo! - He's gone, Mac. He's--
- Been adopted!
- Yeah, yeah. I know. Who cares?
- Mac! You heartless jerk.
Sorry. Sorry. No. I'm not sorry.
Is that ok that I'm not sorry?
- It's fine. Now look.
We got to try to get him back because--
- [ Squawking gibberish ]
- You go, girl.
- [ Squawking ]
- I assume that had something to do with,
"if you're gonna show up late,
"you have to accept the consequences.
"Your friend may have been adopted,
and you can't get him back
and responsibility
and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,"
but that's just it.
I'm late because the kid who adopted Bloo
is a total jerk because--
- Master Mac!
The young man who adopted Bloo
is by no means a jerk--
excuse me-- a juvenile delinquent.
He was, in fact, one of the most
well-behaved children
I have ever had the pleasure
of dealing with,
and furthermore,
if you're going to come in late,
you must accept that--
- We've already been through that.
- What? Who?
- Coco. She explain.
- And master Mac understood her?
- Yeah. Well, he is a smart kid.
- Si. He create Bloo.
He has good head on shoulders.
- Most impressive.
I guess the child is quite bright.
- Oh, yeah. - Si.
- Coco. - Totally.
- Hmm. - Yep.
- Muy bueno. - Coco.
- I'll say. - Ah.
- Sure is. - It's true.
- Coco. - Right.
- Hmm. - Yes! Fine. We got it.
I'm a super smart kid, ok?
Great, but there's one thing
I can't figure out.
I know for a fact that Bloo
was not adopted by a nice kid,
but instead, he was adopted
by my horrible older brother Terrence,
who locked me in a closet all day
so he could come here and get Bloo.
The problem is, Terrence is stupid--
not just stupid stupid,
but really stupid.
He'd never be able to devise a plan like this.
So he must be working with somebody,
somebody who could
and would want to get rid of Bloo
once and for all,
but what I can't figure out is who.
Who would want to get rid of Bloo?
- Frankie: Duchess!
- Psst.
Psst.
Hey, uh, we're here.
Hey! I got--
- Duchess: Yes, yes. I heard you.
Now introduce me like we planned.
- So, Bloofus,
prepare to come face to face
with your doom.
- Surprise.
I bet you never would have guessed it was me
who was behind this little scheme
the entire time.
- Uh, no. No, I wouldn't.
Who are you, again?
I know you live at the house,
but is it Queenie?
Princess?
- It's Duchess! Duchess!
And you have foiled my plans
once and for all.
- Uh, yeah. I'm really sorry, but foiling plans?
I really don't know what you're talking about.
- Adoption, adoption, adoption!
You ruined my chances of being adopted
and finally getting out of that dump.
- Oh, right.
The bratty little girl who called me Tiffany?
Yeah. She wanted me and didn't want--
that was you?
Oh, man. I'm really sorry.
I didn't know. Really.
- Well, regardless,
I have a plan to ensure
that you will be forgotten forevermore,
and when you are gone,
everyone will say,
"Bloo who?"
- So I won't be forgotten?
- Yes. I mean, no.
You will be.
You will be forgotten.
- Hold on.
If everyone is saying, "Bloo hoo,"
that means they're crying, right,
and that means they obviously remember me,
so I won't be forgotten.
- Right, because if they're crying,
they must miss you, and to miss you,
they have to remember you.
So they'll remember to not forget?
- No, no. You had it.
You can't forget what you remember, so--
- No! what I meant was "Bloo who,"
as in "who is that?"
or "who are you?"
not "hoo" like in crying, but "who"--
oh, just forget it.
I just don't like you,
so I'm going to get rid of you, ok?
- No, not o--whoa!
- Awesome!
That is so cool.
- It gets cooler.
[ Snap ]
- [ Roaring ]
- Rad!
- Sic him.
[ Snap ]
- Aaaah!
[ Laughter ]
- Terrence: Yeah. - Dutchess: Woo hoo hoo!
- Good-bye, Mac.
Good-bye forever.
- Mac: Shut up.
I told you I'd be back.
- Mac!
Oh. Excuse me.
- [ Roar ]
- Ha ha ha!
Nice unicorns, ladies.
Whoa!
- All right, guys.
Let's Bloo this.
- Oh, man. I'm sorry.
That was not ok.
- Muy stinko. - Coco.
- Ha ha! Lame.
That's even more stupider than me.
- He's right. "Let's Bloo this"?
come on, man. That is really stu--
- [ Roar ] - Aaaah!
- Aah!
- Coco coco coco coco coco coco co!
- That's it. Good boy.
Get rid of them all.
The less competition, the better,
I always say.
- Wilt! Do something!
- Sorry. I can't.
Is that ok?
- Coco! Help!
- Coco coco coco coco coco coco coco coco coco!
- Eduardo! Be a hero!
- No. You loco. He's too scary.
- Mac!
- That's it.
- Mac, are you crazy?
- No.
Trust...me.
I...have...an idea.
Watch...this.
Help! Help! Help!
- Oh, brilliant.
- Help! Help!
Oh, help!
- Rraaaarrrgh!
Oh! Oh, senor Mac.
I so scared.
The monster, he toss you around,
but I save you, yes?
I am hero.
- Eduardo, look out.
- Whoa. - Quite.
I had no idea it did that.
How delicious.
- Wilt! - Yeah?
- Mac: I have an idea. Listen.
Eduardo--the tentacles,
Wilt--the bombs.
Coco! No, no. That's good. Keep doing that.
- Coco coco coco.
- Remember me, the one in danger?
Think you might want to help?
- We are. Now come on, guys.
Let's...
- Don't you dare say--
- Do this. do this, ok?
Happy? Let's do this?
- It's still a stupid thing to say.
[ Muffled explosion ]
- That was awesome.
[ Muffled explosion ]
[ Muffled explosions ]
- This is absolutely horrible.
They're ruining my plan.
Something must be done.
Well, don't just stand there.
Do something!
- Shut up, will you?
I'm trying to watch this.
- Hooray!
Yay! We won!
Yes! Hoorah!
- I told you you were smart.
- Si. El es inteligente.
- Coco coco co. - I'll say.
- Si. - Coco.
- Uh, guys...
- That was amazing. - Quite.
- I told you he was smart.
- No doubt. - Indeed.
- Si. - Coco.
- Uh, guys-- - Genius.
- Possibly. - Mm-hmm.
- Si. - Coco.
- Guys! Guys!
Man, what is wrong with you today?
I think you're forgetting something.
- Help!
[ Video game music and siren ]
- Well, come on, Mr. Smartypants.
- What? Oh, right. Um...
[ Terrence and Duchess laughing ]
Ptoo.
Hey, isn't this how this whole thing started?
- Yeah, all except for--
- Wait! stop!
I just want to punch you!
- Just like old times.
- We need to split up.
- Now is the time you pick to abandon me?
- What? No. Split up.
You go left. I go right.
- Oh.
- Ooh! Where is the blood-curdling scream?
- Terrence: Aaaaaaaaah!
- Ah, that's more like it. Oh, no.
- Tell it to stop. Tell it to stop.
- Oh, very well. Stop!
- Coco.
- Whoa. That's not cool.
- How do I explain that to my mom?
- Don't be sorry. It's ok. Look.
- [ Growls ]
Ptoo!
- I guess extremosauruses
don't have much of a taste
for something so spoiled...
- Mr. Herriman: Rotten.
I am sorry for doubting you, master Mac.
You were quite right.
Your brother is by all means
a big jerk.
- But don't worry.
We took care of him.
- Youse thinks we're girlie, huh?
- And as for you,
I feel the only suitable punishment
is that you...
- Send her away. Send her away.
- Send me away. Send me away.
- Stay here.
- Aw. Why? - Aw. Why?
- Because I cannot think
of a more torturous experience
than having to live in a home
that you despise so very much.
- Uh! - Uh!
- Well, I see that you're both
starting to see eye to eye.
- Uh-uh. - Uh-uh.
- Um, Mr. Herriman?
What about Bloo?
- Master Mac,
you are truly dedicated to your friend
and the friends of Foster's, as well.
You have sought to look after them
and treat them as your own,
and for that,
we thank you,
and inasmuch as we are all in your debt
for preventing what could have been
a dreadful occurrence
with a horrible outcome,
I am sorry to say that the rules--
- Rules, schmules. He's a great kid
with an awesome friend. Let him stay.
- "Rules, schmules"?
"Rules, schmules"?
why, miss Frances,
I've never. - Blah, blah, blah.
- I mean, no, absolutely not. - You drive me crazy sometimes.
Can't you get it through your thick skull that rules
were made to be broken? - Rules were made to be followed.
[ All talking at once ]
[ Footsteps ]
- Madame Foster! You're alive!
- Huh? Well, of course I'm alive. What do you think?
- Well, it's just that I've been here a few days
and I never saw you, so I just figured--
- It takes me a while
to get down the steps, ok?
I am old!
- See?
- Oh, and talk about steps.
This place is a madhouse.
It's crazy--steps, steps,
hallways, hallways.
I got lost in a hallway for a week once.
Had to survive on toothpaste and acorns,
but what are you gonna do?
So I hear you got a problem, huh?
Okey dokey. Let's take a look here.
Oh, yep. You got it.
I haven't seen an imagination
as pure as that since, well...
me! Ha ha ha!
Oh, but yeah. You're a good kid, my dear.
The love you have for your friend
and, well, all these friends
is wonderful. It's simply wonderful.
I like you. I really do.
Now let's see about your little friend here.
Well, look at you. Ha ha!
Aren't you something special.
You're so pure, so simple,
and you are a true friend.
Plus, you're so cute,
I just want to squeeze you!
Squeeze you! - You're crushing me.
- Ha ha ha! And funny, too.
Oh, ok.
- What? - Ok.
- Ok, what? - It's ok.
- You mean-- - Yeah.
- Really? - Sure.
- You're kidding. - No.
- He can-- - Yeah.
- I won't be-- - Nah.
- Really? - Yes!
How many times do I have to say it?
Bloo can live here,
and he won't ever, ever,
ever, ever be adopted,
but only if Mac promises
to visit him every day.
Is that ok, dear?
- Of course. - You sure?
- Totally. - Promise?
- Promise. - Ok.
- Thank you. - Sure.
- Yeah. Thanks. - Forget about it.
- You rock, grandma.
- Grandma? - Grandma?
- Booyah!
- Wait, wait, but, madame,
forgive me for saying this,
but the house rules clearly state--
- Oh, poo. You and your rules.
Oh, he's always been like that.
Ever since I imagined him
when I was a little girl,
he's been nothing
but a hot, crossed bunny...
but I love him,
my big funny bunny.
- Funny bunny?
Ha ha ha! - Ha ha ha!
- This is so awesome.
I'm so sor--wait. No, I'm not
because it's ok, and that's ok.
[ Eduardo sobbing ]
- You can stay.
I so happy that now I not so sad.
- Coco? - No, thanks. Maybe later.
So what'd I tell you?
With me living here,
Mom will be happy,
Terrence will leave you alone,
and you can visit me every day.
It's perfect.
Our problems are solved.
It was just a little more of a hassle than we thought.
So you'll be back tomorrow, right?
- Maybe. I don't know.
[ Laughter ]
- Fine. Very good. Yes.
I understand you're all very happy.
Ok. You can stop now.
Yes. Ok. Please!
That is enough of this silly nonsense!
[ Theme music ]